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The Little Girl Within
Inside theres a little girl
sweet, innocent, and shy
Inside she tries,
inside she cries
I locked her away long ago
To protect her gentle loving spirit
The pain, the shame, & guilt
Drove her deeper inside still
So many her spirit they tried to kill
Then one day she found a drug to ease the pain
She took the needle and planted it deep in her vain
Heroin became her long time lover
The little girl went deeper under cover
Then she found a bottle filled with liquid magic
The little girl was lost, Oh how tragic
Now I'm fighting so hard for her life
Through all the ridicule & strife
I look to the sky and pray in silence
And pray for a love to bring the balance
Can you see past the street wise hard core front
To the sweet innocent girl who hides
Peeping out at times because she wants to be free
Can you see the real me
Inside there's a sweet innocent little girl
Who prays and still she pays for the innocence
That was stolen away ~ how do I find her again
Or is she lost for all time
What a shame, what a crime
And so I sing my silent song,
and cry my silent tears
So many wasted years,
yes there's dought and fears
Can you hear past the shadows,
past the false laughter
To the sweet innocent little girl
Who longs to be free
The little girl in me
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The ritual of movement
Some hurts take a long time to heal. The key is not destroying ourselves on the long road in waiting, especially when walking into a long dark night. Keep the feet moving. Focus the eyes on a star. And walk toward it. If it is too dark for stars, focus on some point ahead. And walk toward that. And keep moving to keep warm… and keep moving to keep warm. The movement can be it’s own ritual. And the ritual will keep us occupied, even at the darkest moment – which is often, just before the dawn. But the light will return. It always returns. That’s the cycle. You just have to wait for it.